Duality

Nothing is really black and white… it tends to bleed together into gray.

 

Duality

Let me pry open your vessel of love and fear.

Will I feel them seep into me as I lay beneath you?

Left with the walls of your vulnerability, bare in front of my eyes.

Gleaming white, pure, free of stain.

 

Open your palms to me.

They are a road map to your veins, to your blood, to your source.

Place them on my forehead so I may receive your communion.

Will you share in my yearning?

 

Where will you take me under the hallucination of our rapture?

Will I rise to meet you on clouds of bliss?

Or will we sink into tangled roots of unquenchable desire?

And why must I know?

~Trista Blouin